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Chapter 4

Nabi's P.O.V

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked again.

"I'm fine," Rachel huffed.

"You don't sound fine." I frowned.

"That because you've asked me that like five times!" She exclaimed.

I'd been trying to give her a proper apology for my insistence on not doing the showcase. But I still felt guilty, despite being relived that she'd stopped asking. We said nothing for a while, and just walked side by side to my locker. It was Rachel's locker then mine. That was how we always ended the day.

"Sorry. I just feel--"

"Omo! Look!" Rachel interrupted my sixth apology, grabbing my arm.

Down the hall came the group who's name always escaped me. They were the most popular group of kids in the school. Although I wasn't quite sure why. Truthfully, they were a bit overrated. Sure, they could sing. But didn't anyone get tired of that after a while? The worst thing about the group was that they knew they had talent and they were the complete opposite of humble.

"Great," I said sarcastically.

"Come on! Nabi. Just look at them." Rachel squeezed my wrist harder.

"Ow!" I quickly yanked my arm away. "Look, can we just go? I have my stuff."

"Ah. I can imagine them at the showcase now..." She seemed to jerk out of her trance, turning to me abruptly, grabbing my arms again. "This is why we must be in the show! We have to get their attention!"

"We just finished with this conversation!" I pulled away in surprise and frustration. "I told you--"

"I know, I know." She turned away in annoyance, back to the group of boys whose names I still couldn't remember.
"But, then how can I attract them?"

"Who cares what the bangin boys or whatever think?" I folded my arms.

"Bangtan," Rachel corrected, only noticing that I said their name wrong, ignoring the rest of my statement.

"Can we please go?" I begged.

They still weren't past us, and I was trying to get us out of there beforehand. I didn't want to get caught in the crowd of girls surrounding them. When Rachel didn't respond, I grabbed her arm to pull her by force. But she was too quick. She turned to me with a puppy dog look.

"There's no other way to get them to notice me," she whined. "Pleeeease."

"Rachel. Please."

I grabbed her arm again, this time getting a steady grip. But as I began pulling away, I ran into something behind me. Rachel and I both turned in surprise. Standing behind me was the group. What did she call them? Bringin boys?

"Uh, sorry. We were just--"

"Watch where you're going," the light haired boy in front of me interrupted my mumbling apology.

I stood in surprise, feeling my face heat up. With a scowl, the boy turned to catch up with the rest of the bringin boys. Rachel stood still next to me. We were both shocked for completely different reasons.

"He was..."

"A jerk."

"So close to us." Rachel smiled.

"What? Didn't you hear him?"

I turned to her in annoyance. That's when I noticed all of the students watching us. I immediately felt my face burn hotter. Without another word, I grabbed her arm. This time we got all the way out of the school. I felt angry and embarrassed, while Rachel dragged behind me, grinning like an idiot.

"I can't believe you actually like him." I shook my head in disgust as we walked home.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"Does 'Watch where you're going' ring a bell?"

"Come on, he was being thoughtful," she said.

"What?!"

"It depends on how you look at it," Rachel began to explain. "He probably meant it in a caring way, like 'be careful', 'I don't want you to get hurt'."

"Yeah, I don't think that's how he meant it. It sounded more like 'stop getting in my way' to me."

"Oh, come on. You know how you are,"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked as we neared the apartment complex.

"If he had said 'be careful', you'd have taken it as a threat."

"That's ridiculous," I argued as her phone buzzed.

"I gotta go," she said with a laugh, pulling the phone from her pocket.

"Yeah, see you later."

I waved her away. After she turned the corner at the end of the street, I headed up the steps into the apartment building. You know how you are echoed in my head. She was right. That was the kind of person I was. I guess it was just hard for me to trust people. I'd always been that way. But I knew for sure that kid was being rude. My dislike for them worsened, and by the time I was in the apartment, my face was twisted into a scowl.